Humans are complicated.
Some say "I hate you" with a tough cover,
yet end up doing things pathetically,
unveiling that facade of hatred,
reflecting how they're never out of love for those certain creations.
And there are some others,
who say "I love you"
like butter melting on the hot pan,
like the waterfall,
like the drizzle,
smooth, easy
yet there's no action that proves those words true.
After all, a fall, in the end
is forever destined to
lose its identity, splash and splatter
respectively.

— % &

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Your eyes reflect,
how lonely it is to love things
that disappear the moment you touch them.
So lonely that it takes the courage away
to love them ever again.
I think I finally understand
what it is you're running away from.

— % &

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this must be how you felt
when you got heartbroken.
I knew then it must be painful,
but going through it hits harder. — % &

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At the time of crisis,
don't worry.
Be the strength of people you love,
and I'll be your strength.

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For a long time,
I waited for the spring
in fall, in snow, even in rain
without an umbrella
like a fool.
It was then,
you came to me
like an umbrella.

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I feel that maybe God is as lonely as us.
He needs humans as much as humans need him.
Maybe God gets ill too.
Maybe he needs prayers too.
We should always thank him for everything,
for I know he too feels grateful for this world.

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I read somewhere,
beautiful things usually tend to disappear.

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"You know, a part of me will always hate you."

"I know."

"But-"

"But what?"

"But remaining every other part is crazily, and will madly be in love with you.
And I hate myself more for it."

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I fear there are places
where I haven't been,
but I belong there.
Will their windows and door be open for me when I visit?
Will the people there still be waiting with a sweet smile on?

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//the asked tragedy//

what a misery,
my heart,
bruised and wounded,
yet couldn't choose
to unlove you.

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